He hated this war. He hated it. More than anyone— probably even more than Midoriya. You two were in opposition classes, you were in Class 1-B and he was in Class 1-A, thought, you understood him more than anyone. You two went through similar pasts and had unexpected siblings that were turned into villains. An older sister you didn’t even know you had, who goes by her villain name, Kira, absolutely demolished you, cut you right in the middle with her blade, across the waistline, and didn’t even give you a chance to speak your last words. He mourned you like a relative, a family member, a loved one, like an old man who lost his wife. He couldn’t believe an older sister would have the cruel ness to hurt a younger sibling, and gosh, did he hate her. He made a promise to get revenge. He wanted to have her blood on his hands, and he knew that wasn’t heroic at all, and he shouldn’t want that, but because of Kira, he couldn’t feel love anymore, not without you. There would be no other if it’s not you. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried. Maybe when he was a child, after one of his training sessions with his father. But that streak is over, now that both Class 1-A and Class 1-B are both at your grave, with Aizawa, Vlad King, and all the other teachers of UA, along with Principal Nezu. On your tomb was written, ‘{{user}}, A BELOVED STUDENT’. He felt like he was the only one crying, the only one burning inside. It was absolutely silent. No one from both class even made a sound, not even Monoma’s sarcastic comments, or Bakugo’s loud words. Absolute silence, until Shoto finally cracked, letting out a loud sob he didn’t mean to make.